Chapter 12 Who do you think I am? (Ch 12)

“Well done.”
Upon hearing this, Uchiha Madara nodded slightly, with a barely perceptible hint of approval in his tone.
He has always given full trust to Black Zetsu, a creation accidentally born out of his own will.
Especially with his dying body now, many plans cannot be carried out, so the existence of Black Zetsu becomes particularly important.
Black Zetsu was able to perfectly complete his instructions every time, which made Madara very relieved.
If it weren’t for Black Zetsu working for him, with his decaying body, even if he could barely complete the arrangement of the Infinite Tsukuyomi, it would be difficult to ensure that the plan could go on smoothly after his death.
Black Zetsu, loyalty!
“Master Madara, what should we do next?”
Black Zetsu’s unique voice with a somewhat sticky texture rang out, breaking the silence in the cave.
Half of his body merged into the shadows, as if he was part of the darkness. “Do we need to find a way to get rid of him?”
“Let me think about it.”
Madara slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them again, with a light of wisdom and calculation flashing in the depths of his eyes.
His brain, a machine that had been running for nearly a century and carried out countless conspiracies and wars, began to run at high speed.
His parents died in the Second Ninja World War.
This piece of information was singled out.
In his childhood, he was unknown in the Sand Village, one could even say he was mediocre.
Are you deliberately hiding your power?
Madara’s mind jumped between countless possibilities, capturing every tiny detail.
No, maybe not intentionally hidden.
The more likely possibility is that the boy named Moze was really just a mediocre and incompetent person when he was young.
An ordinary person who is inconspicuous in the ninja world and is not even qualified to be a cannon fodder.
But by some unexpected opportunity, he came into contact with a special existence.
Either a person or an object, thereby gaining some special power.
The power to create an Outer Path Golem puppet that possesses some of the abilities of the original body.
This can be seen from Black Zetsu’s previous description.
Apart from the hidden chakra and the slightly odd puppetry, what Moze displayed was still only the talent of a Genin.
Average talent, crude skills.
So, here comes the question.
What was the reason that prompted him to choose to take action at this delicate moment and direct such a chaos that was enough to subvert the situation in the Sand Village?
Madara felt as if he had touched the thread hidden behind the scenes.
The key thread that controls all the puppets.
“Tell me everything that has happened in the Sand Village recently, no matter how big or small, no matter how seemingly insignificant.”
His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.
“Yes, Madara-sama.”
Black Zetsu responded immediately.
Like the most faithful recorder, he reported to Uchiha Madara all the information he had lurked, observed and collected, no matter how big or small.
As Black Zetsu spoke, Uchiha Madara’s brows gradually relaxed and the light in his eyes became brighter.
“There are still some doubts in the process, but the final direction of this incident is…”
“The Sand Village is trying to divert the pressure of the increasingly acute internal conflicts and to calm the villagers’ anxiety.”
“At the same time, in order to regain the trust and support of the Daimyo of the Wind Country, they had to find an outlet.”
“The only outlet for this is war.”
“And the target is naturally Konoha, which has been holding a grudge for a long time.”
“But the missing Third Kazekage, according to intelligence, was a moderate who advocated peace and hoped to resolve the dispute with Konoha through negotiations.”
“That is to say—”
Uchiha Madara’s voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable penetrating power. A gleam of light flashed in his turbid eyes, as if it instantly tore through the heavy fog and pointed directly to the deepest hidden core.
“The real purpose of Moze’s action is to ignite a war between the Sand Village and Konoha!”
If Moze were here, he would definitely applaud and praise loudly: “It can’t be Madara, the analysis is accurate!”
Although the object is wrong…
Black Zetsu’s voice sounded at the right time, with just the right amount of admiration, as if it came from the heart.
“Madara-sama’s insight is truly unmatched.”
“The Sand Village is full of internal conflicts and is in urgent need of an external war to divert attention and rally people’s hearts.”
“The Daimyo of the Wind Country does need an explanation, and a chance to prove the worth of Sunagakure again.”
“And the peace-loving Third Kazekage ‘happened’ to disappear at this critical moment…”
“With all these factors combined, war seems to be the only way out for the Sand Village.”
“It’s just that I’m still a little confused.”
“Why did he go to so much trouble to start a war?”
“revenge!”
Uchiha Madara’s tone was firm and decisive, as if he had already seen through the darkness in the deepest part of Moze’s heart.
“His parents died in the Second Shinobi World War.”
“Revenge!” Uchiha Madara said with a firm and decisive tone.
“Died at the hands of a Konoha ninja.”
“So, he couldn’t tolerate the existence of the Third Kazekage who wanted to ease the relationship between the two villages and advocated peace.”
Madara’s voice was deep and powerful, carrying a coldness that came from endless killing and hatred.
The voice seemed to be declaring an indisputable truth.
Hatred is one of the most powerful forces that drives this world.
“I see.”
Black Zetsu showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, as if he had just figured out the key.
“No wonder he went to such great lengths to stir up trouble. It turns out he wanted revenge for his parents.”
Uchiha Madara did not care about Black Zetsu’s subtle reaction. The corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly on his old face, which was full of wrinkles and looked like dry tree bark.
It forms a meaningful arc with a sense of control over everything.
In this smile, there is satisfaction that the prey has voluntarily jumped into the trap.
There is also an expectation that new variables may appear in the plan, but it is still under control.
“Go,” Madara’s voice returned to a steady state, but it carried an unquestionable command, “invite him over here. I want to see him in person.”
“ah?!”
When Black Zetsu heard this, there was a rare hint of hesitation in his tone.
Even with a bit of unbelievable surprise.
“Master Madara, this…”
“Is the risk too great?”
“risk?”
Uchiha Madara uttered these two words softly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
The corners of his wrinkled eyes were slightly raised, revealing an undisguised smile of contempt.
Even though his body was so withered that it seemed like it would fall apart at any time.
But the spirit of looking down on the world and treating all living beings as ants is still as strong as it was in the past.
Even because of his impending death, he even had a bit more of a suffocating majesty.
The air in the cave seemed to be stagnant.
“Who do you think I am?”
“I am Uchiha Madara!”